Lord of the Desert

Chapter 404 Let go
July 30th, noon.

Xijing Shen Mansion.

The sunlight was broken into pieces like grains, rolling on the artificial stacked stones.

It was as if the curtains gathered layer by layer in Spring (name of the courtyard) were pulled up by silver hooks. Shen Tiexin, wearing a plain white gauze skirt, sat beside a pool of clear water, with her long hair draped over her shoulders, like a touch of residual snow lingering in the summer.

In the pond, dozens of red koi fish clustered together, waiting for the fish food pinched between the fingers of their owner, like a flower garden blooming on the water.

Shen Tiexin's eyes wandered casually and he loosened his fingertips.

The fish food fell into the water, and countless brightly colored blocks suddenly collided and condensed.

At the same time, a dark blood spot appeared again in Shen Tiexin's heart.

She couldn't help but think of Xiao Yuer again.

He was once my closest friend, but he was taken away twice in a row.

The first was death.

The second time was when she learned the whole story of what happened in Xijing last year.

Shen Tiexin has known Xiaoyuer for many years and is used to her plumpness, charm, and laziness, as if she were a harmless koi.

However, it was not until Shen Moya placed the scroll about the Fu Bo Gang in front of her that she realized that the Xiao Yu'er she knew was just an illusion.

Beneath the illusion, the real Ao Zhixian was good at using her beauty to tease and control, and liked to torture and abuse people - when she was in the Shen Mansion, she was as weak as a kitten, but her notoriety was enough to scare the burly pirates into incontinence.

At that time, there were still too many aspects of the world that she had not known.

Through the summer and autumn of the twenty-ninth year of Zhenghe, as Shen Tiexin got to know Ao Zhixian more, the distance between her and Xiao Yuer grew; the distance between her and Xiao Yuer grew, the more vague her hatred for Hong Fan became.

It's rare for an ancestor to take a liking to a younger generation.

Shen Tiexin tried to convince himself - since Hong Fan was just seeking revenge, then just let it go.

But Hong Fan refused to let her go.

Time and again, she dreamed of the flashing swords and the fountain of blood on that day, and she always woke up suffocating and drenched in sweat.

More than a year has passed.

In the dream, Ao Zhixian's face has gradually become blurred, but the light and blood are becoming brighter and brighter.

The fish are still waiting for food.

Shen Tiexin wrapped his fingertips around the white hair and breathed rapidly.

She had no choice but to continue hating Hong Fan.

She had hated martial arts since she was a child, and now she hated this man as much as she hated martial arts.

She tracked his movements and understood the war situation in Huaiyang State, hoping to hear some news that would allow her to vent her anger - it would be best if that man died in battle.

But things backfired.

Time and again, Shen Tiexin felt that this name had become a knife, splitting open the pride and carelessness wrapped in him, and this person had become a window, through which the world was showing the other side of reality, violence, and barbarity...

Seven feet away, the maid Lingxi saw her young lady sitting there in a hysterical state, captured by the phantoms of the past without realizing it.

Snap.

She deliberately kicked a stone between her feet.

Shen Tiexin focused his eyes and saw that all the fish in the pond suddenly sank into the water, like flowers withering in an instant.

"Miss."

Lingxi shouted hesitantly.

"Did you find your cousin?"

Shen Tiexin calmed himself down and asked.

The cousin she was talking about was "Shuofeng" Shen Yubo.

"I didn't find them. The young masters were not there, and they refused to tell me. Finally, I went to the stables to ask people and found out that they had indeed gone to Xianzun Bridge to watch the competition."

Lingxi replied, biting her lip.

"You young masters are really something. You said you wouldn't support that person, but you didn't expect that none of them could be trusted."

She thought the young lady would be angry when she knew about this, but Shen Tiexin remained silent.

"Miss, I heard from several teachers in the mansion before that Teacher Yan had a purpose this time and his cultivation was a huge advantage. That person will definitely not win!"

Lingxi couldn't help but feel worried when she saw this and said something to comfort him.

"Ah."

Shen Tiexin sneered and gave her a cold look.

"You believed them when they said so? Didn't Yan Xingjin say it would be easy to catch him?"

Lingxi lowered her head and twisted her fingers, at a loss.

After a while, Shen Tiexin was tired of being upset, so he stood up suddenly and threw the half handful of fish food in his hand, which was wet with sweat, into the water.

"Let's go too..."

She looked at the swarm of fish and whispered, "Huh?"

Lingxi widened her eyes, thinking that she didn't understand.

"Ah, what? Just go get the car ready!"

Shen Tiexin ordered, looking away.

Half an hour later.

A luxurious carriage without any family crest turned onto the riverside road, bouncing up and down on the cobblestone road.

Under the car, four guards in plain clothes used brute force to cut a path through the sea of ​​people.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the car stopped at the best viewing position, and the guards forced a three-foot space in front and behind despite the angry glares of passers-by.

There is still a quarter of an hour until noon.

Shen Tiexin quietly lifted the curtain of the car an inch and cautiously looked towards Xian Zunqiao.

She saw Hong Fan before she was ready, and her raised wrist trembled slightly. She felt relieved when she thought that the other party could not discover her.

Compared to a year ago, his skin color is slightly darker.

He has grown older, his facial features have become more profound, and he looks less androgynous and more masculine.

The most unchanging thing is his calm and peaceful temperament, he doesn't look like a teenager.

When she first met him in Mingyue Tower, she felt that he did not look like a teenager.

Shen Tiexin thought silently. For some reason, he was inexplicably afraid of being discovered, so he didn't dare to look any further.

Today's Xianzun Bridge is so crowded that it is not enough to describe it.

Countless noises overlapped to form a mosquito-like buzzing sound, with only a few shouts standing out particularly loud.

Those were some of Xijing's largest gambling dens opening up right there.

Hongfan loses 3 to 1, and Yanxingjin loses 1.4 to 1.

Shen Tiexin opened the curtain on the other side of the carriage and saw from afar a bald and strong man with a face full of flesh betting 1,000 taels of silver on Hong Fan's victory, which triggered a round of cheers.

Lingxi felt itchy when she saw this scene.

"Miss, should we try it too?"

she asked carefully.

"Who do you think we should bet on?"

Shen Tiexin asked back.

"Master Yan, right?"

Lingxi put his finger on his cheek and replied.

"Well, actually I don't understand either, but Master Yan's cultivation is so much higher, everyone in the mansion says so."

Shen Tiexin remained noncommittal.

"Can you win if you have a high level of cultivation?"

"Do you think Yan Xingjin would dare to kill the King of Huaiyang if he went to Huaiyang?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Could it be that Miss wants to detain that person?"

Lingxi said in disbelief.

Upon hearing this, Shen Tiexin glared at the maid and grabbed the hem of her skirt awkwardly.

"Then I'll just follow your instructions and ask Yan Xingjin to help me, okay?"

she said angrily.

"Well, then we also bet one thousand taels?"

Lingxi had never participated in gambling before, and was very excited at this moment. He took out the silver bills and wanted to call the guards.

Then she was suddenly grabbed by Shen Tiexin.

"We still have to bet on Hong Fan."

For some unknown reason she changed her mind.

"Miss?"

The maid looked over questioningly.

Shen Tiexin was a little flustered.

The key point is that she couldn't explain her own thoughts - she hoped from the bottom of her heart that Hong Fan would be defeated by Yan Xingjin, but she also believed from the bottom of her heart that Yan Xingjin could not do it.

"Yan Xingjin, Master Yan, he can't win. After all, he is just an ordinary person..."

Shen Tiexin replied anxiously, twisting his fingers, his cheeks red with shame, and he despised his own weakness.

(End of this chapter)